"What's the matter, Senior Brother Lin Lang? Don't you dare to take it?? I heard that Senior Brother Lin Lang is only at the realm of the eighth level of the Spirit Being, so he defeated my unsuccessful brother and the eighth level of the Spirit Dragon together!"

Li Shanhe's mocking face seemed to say that Lin Lang was not worthy of his name.

"Senior Brother Lin Lang, I've admired your name for a long time! I heard that your talent is higher than that of Senior Brother Qi Yan, why don't you show your hands and let the junior disciples open their eyes??"

"Yes, Senior Brother Lin. You and Senior Brother Li are not insoluble enmity, why don't you compete in the dueling arena? Win or lose!"

"Promise him!Promise him!Promise him!!"

......

The onlookers cheered one after another. Among them, many of them are Li Shanhe's people, and many of them are people who have heard the news and come to see the excitement.

"Yes, of course, I have to take it! Senior brother is very gracious, and I am not polite to junior brother. But this bet is a win or lose...... I think something is wrong. ”

"Oh, what do you think of the junior brother?" Li Shanhe's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Three kowtows are too light! I'll bet on this mid-grade sword again! If I lose it, I'll give it to my senior brother!"

Lin Lang said as he turned out the Silver Moon Sword from his hand.

The onlookers exclaimed, and many of them recognized that Lin Lang had used this sword to defeat Yan Long and Li Yunchuan.

"Oh?" Li Shanhe was surprised, he didn't expect Lin Lang to increase his chips instead. But anyway, you have a chance to win, and increasing your chips is in your favor.

"Okay! Since the junior brother is so bold, then the senior brother can't be stingy!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a sword from his hand. The sword is red all over, the hilt is like a dragon playing with pearls, the middle line of the sword body is slightly raised, and the blade is slightly cold, which is a point thicker than an ordinary sword, but it is sharp.

"This sword is called the Red Dragon. It is the same level as the sword in my brother's hand, and it is also the weapon I use on a daily basis. If my junior brother can defeat me, this sword will be yours!"

Li Shanhe said lightly.

As a closed disciple, how could he not be able to take out the treasures of the Xuan Rank? It was precisely because Lin Lang was able to grasp this point that he proposed such a bet.

"Then this bet contract is settled! All the disciples present are witnesses! I hope that Senior Brother Lin Lang will not regret it when the time comes. ”

Li Shanhe stared at Lin Lang tightly, his expression smiling rather than smiling.

Are you so sure you can take me down? I'm afraid you'll regret it. Lin Lang smiled in his heart, but on the surface, he looked pampered and not surprised.

"It's nature!"

"Hahaha! Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the dueling arena tomorrow afternoon!"

"Why wait until tomorrow, let's go now!"

As soon as Lin Lang stepped out, the Silver Moon Sword in his hand had already begun to buzz.

"Oh, I still want to give my junior brother a day to prepare well! It seems that my junior brother is very confident in his skills!"

A trace of confusion flashed through Li Shanhe's mind. I can't figure out why Lin Lang was in such a hurry to die.

"In that case, junior brother, please come with me!"

Li Shanhe made a gesture of please, and then stood side by side with Lin Lang and walked towards the dueling arena of the sect.

Wow!!!

This move of the two of them immediately caused everyone to explode, and the news that the two closed disciples were going to have a duel spread like the wind in the Vermilion Bird Sect.

Mo said that there were many outer disciples and inner disciples, and even most of the core disciples rushed to the dueling arena when they heard the news and grabbed the position in the front row in advance.

Everyone doesn't want to miss this big battle. After all, both sides of the gambling fight were closed disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect. One is Li Shanhe, the head disciple who has been famous in the capital of the Wind and Fire Country for a long time, and the other is Lin Lang, a new disciple who is rumored to be unparalleled in talent. Besides, no matter how you look at the bets of the two, they can't afford to lose......

Inside the Suzaku Sect's martial arts arena.

"Big news, big news!!!

A tall girl with a ponytail tied and a somewhat heroic look ran to Mu Zhiyu, who was still dancing with a sword.

"What's wrong??Senior Sister Ling'er?"

The one who was called Senior Sister Ling'er by Mu Zhiyuan was the core disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect, Ma Ling'er. Ma Ling'er and Xia Chuan entered the sect at a similar time, and among the core disciples, they are among the top talents and one of the highest cultivators.

Ma Ling'er, who was at the tenth level of the Psychic Realm, was only one step away from the Imperial Spirit Realm. There are not many female disciples in the sect, so Ma Ling'er takes special care of Mu Zhiyuan, a junior sister who has just entered the sect.

"It's crazy in the sect!!Your one, hmm......" Ma Ling'er scratched her hair, unable to remember what to call it for a while.

"The new closed disciple! I heard that we are going to fight with Senior Brother Li Shanhe!! The two of them have already made an appointment to fight in the dueling arena, and everyone is running over there!"

"Senior Brother Lin Lang??"

Mu Zhiyuan was shocked, thinking that it should be because of Meng Chuanjiang's matter.

"Senior Brother Li Shanhe...... The cultivation should be very high. How could Senior Brother Lin Lang beat him?"

There was even a hint of crying in Mu Zhiyuan's tone. I was angry and anxious. This person obviously promised himself that he would act in a measured manner, why is he still so reckless, what if he hurts himself in the process of gambling!

Looking at Mu Zhiyuan's worried expression, Ma Linger sneered: "Look at your unproductive appearance! Don't worry, junior sister, there are regulations in the dueling arena, if the two people who are gambling are in different realms." The one who is in the higher realm must suppress his own realm. So...... Your little lover is not without a chance!"

"That's right. ”

Hearing this, Mu Zhiyuan breathed a long sigh of relief. When he was in Mufu, Senior Brother Lin Lang was able to fight two Spirit Rank 8 people alone. Against Li Shanhe, there should be a chance of winning.

"Hmph! I advise my sister not to have too much hope. Even if Li Shanhe descended to the realm, it was not something that a freshman could win. ”

A muscular man walked towards the two, the man looked to be approaching thirty years old, with a messy beard, but his eyes were very focused, and his bulging muscles also supported the strength of the Suzaku Sect very full.

"Senior Brother Chifeng?"

Mu Zhikite called out the name of the person who came.

Chifeng, like Ma Ling'er, entered the sect very early, and was also the third person from the Vermilion Bird Sect to enter the Imperial Spirit Realm. It can be said that he is the strongest disciple except for Qi Yan and Li Shanhe.

"Hey, Chifeng! How can you talk like that! Li Shanhe is very strong, yes, but the opponent is a disciple of the Third Elder, and he is still the person who Zhiyuan Senior Sister has a fancy, I think he has a chance!"

Ma Ling'er was immediately unhappy, and pointed to Chifeng's nose and said. Although Chifeng is her senior brother, the two have long been very familiar with each other, and they have no scruples about doing anything.

"Ling'er! I'm just kindly reminding Senior Sister Zhiyuan! Let her not have too much hope! Have you forgotten how I lost back then!"

Chifeng had a humiliated expression on his face.

After Lu Pinglang was abolished, he became the person with the highest cultivation among the core disciples. Naturally, he was not convinced by the two closed disciples above his head.

Finally, two years ago, Chifeng successfully broke through to the Imperial Spirit Realm. was in high spirits for a while, and the next day he issued a challenge to Li Shanhe, threatening to correct the name of the core disciple, talent does not determine everything, and he can also defeat Li Shanhe, who is a closed disciple.

But how could the arrogant Li Shanhe easily accept the challenge of others? Until Chifeng slapped his ancestral sword, the Red Dragon Sword, on Li Shanhe's table.

And so, the gambling fight around this sword began.

In the end, Chifeng still lost to Li Shanhe.

In the competition of the same realm, Chifeng only walked twenty rounds in Li Shanhe's hands before he was defeated. At this point, no one dared to question the strength of the closed disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect.

"This ......"

Ma Linger also bit her red lips, as if she recalled the picture of the year. The core disciples are all arrogant, and they are not convinced by the closed disciples, which is simply the inherent thinking engraved in the hearts of the core disciples.

Until they saw the battle between Chifeng and Li Shanhe. Li Shanhe's amazing moves and postures left a very deep impression on Ma Ling'er and other disciples, so much so that when he recalled it today, Ma Ling'er felt a burst of powerlessness. I was also secretly worried about Lin Lang in my heart.

"Senior Sister Zhikite...... You don't have to worry too much......!

Ma Linger's heart was shaken, but she couldn't show it, and when she just wanted to raise her head to comfort Mu Zhiyuan, she stopped.

At this time, the anxiety on Mu Zhiyuan's face disappeared, her eyes flashed, her hands were tightly pressed to her chest, and she didn't seem to take Chifeng's words seriously at all.

"It's okay, Senior Sister Ling'er, Senior Brother Chifeng. Senior Brother Lin Lang...... It's impossible to lose, he's the strongest!"

Mu Zhiyuan's voice had an inexplicable firmness, and even she didn't know where this firmness came from. Or like Lin Lang, or believe in your own vision.

Seeing this, Chifeng could only shake his head secretly.

In the heart of a girl, the person she loves is, of course, an invincible person who is omnipotent and omnipotent. But the light of reality always shines into fairy tales.

When the fight is over, you'll be able to recognize the reality. Chifeng thought in his heart.

Seeing this, Ma Linger didn't say anything more.

"Let's go, Senior Sister Zhikite!"

Ma Ling'er took Mu Zhiyuan's hand and ran towards the dueling arena. Chifeng's footsteps paused, and the scene when Li Shanhe defeated him came to mind.

"A core disciple is a core disciple after all, recognize your identity!"

"Talent is everything, and the gap between you and me will only get bigger and bigger!"

"I'll take your Red Dragon Sword. Don't worry, it's only going to be more famous in my hands!"

......

Back then, Li Shanhe's words surrounded Chifeng like a nightmare, and he didn't make an inch of progress for half a year after the defeat.

That battle not only made him lose the family heirloom sword, but also lost his confidence.

Chifeng hesitated for a long time, but still rushed in the direction of the dueling arena.